Author: jkgrisham

can i buy Premarin over the counter in spain I’ve never picked a theme word for the year. I don’t have a problem with it; it’s just never been my thing. Nor do I typically make resolutions. Only in the last few years have I begun working through a list of questions to help me pray and plan for the coming year.

http://drytown.com/privacy-policy When I sat down to work through my yearly questions, I discovered that I’m all dreamed out. I have great goals and ambitions on which I am praying and trusting God, but I can’t dream any further without taking action. I decided to move on, knowing that I can come back to the list later.

How often, when you’re singing a hymn, does the weight and beauty of a song land on you? How often do you realize what you’re singing is a testimony of the Lord’s work in your life and in the lives of those around you?

I remember one Sunday when we sang this line at church: “Morning by morning new mercies I see.” How often do we notice God’s mercy in our lives? When we sing, “All I have needed Thy hand hath provided,” do we acknowledge and thank God for that truth?

Political unrest somehow fuels a kind of fear unlike any other. Every four years (sometimes more or less), our country faces a struggle within itself as different political factions vie for the privilege of serving as president of the United States. Our collective unrest is growing toward a crescendo on November 8, when we will learn who will lead our country for the next four years.

Everyone has an opinion on what’s going to happen, and whether our lives will be better or worse because of it. Depending on who you talk to, the end is nigh—stock up on bottled water and spam while you can. Politics is important, but it is a small thing to a Creator who can turn a king’s heart as easily as he can turn a stream (Proverbs 21:1).

He says the best way out is always through.
And I agree to that, or in so far
As that I can see no way out but through…

The life of faith is one plodding footstep after another. John Piper writes often of the winding road of faith in Christ, plodding along. “Plodding” is a good word for it — the mundane one step after another, the frustrating feeling of another winding curve, the marathon rather than the sprint.